"I’ve packed everything we might need and put all the ancient dictionaries Faluel has borrowed us inside Soluspedia. This time, we should be able to read the ancient language of the Kingdom as if we’re native speakers." Solus had even found the time to finish translating the Runesmithing booklet.
She and Lith had revised its contents multiple times, hoping that it would speed up their study of modern Runesmithing with Faluel. Their only gripe with the booklet was the lack of blueprints for truly powerful artifacts.
Yet it was supposed to be just a school textbook, not the Grimoire of an Archmage, so the discovery had only mildly disappointed them.
Lith studied the lost academy one last time before turning the tower into a ring and Warping to his destination.
From the outside, Huryole looked like a giant stone dome. The only entrances were located at the ground level and breaking the dome would make the cursed object who ’protected’ the city turn the academy into a rampaging golem.
Flying inside was impossible as well, making people wonder what lay at the center of the city and for what purpose an academy had been built in the middle of nowhere. Huryole was also nicknamed "The Cursed Training Ground".
Lith used his badge to open the field of several overlapping arrays that prevented everything and everyone from stepping through the city’s borders.
The lost city was a living labyrinth that would periodically rearrange itself, making any old map useless. Its walls couldn’t be affected by earth magic, dimensional magic was sealed, and destroying the walls to make haste only made the Living Legacy that ruled over Huryole angry.
The labyrinth made finding something of value inside the lost academy a bet for Lith, but the same applied to the creatures trapped inside Huryole who kept trying to reach the exit to regain their freedom.
Jakra the Emerald Dragon was among one of its most famous and powerful inhabitants. Unlike other academies, Huryole lacked a forest, but made up for it by hosting all kind of creatures, both living and undead.
’Who the fuck could be so mad to let a bunch of horny teens sleep in the same dormitory, with no privacy nor supervision, living under the same roof of unspeakable horrors?’ Lith had no idea who had devised Huryole, but was pretty sure to know why modern academies were nothing like it.
’Beats me.’ Solus shrugged. ’I’m eager to put to the test War’s abilities. So far, we faced only C-listers unworthy of its blade. With a bit of luck, this will be our last fight for a long while.’
The bastard sword crafted by Orion hung on Lith’s hip, inside the scabbard made from the blood of the last man dumb enough to force Lith to unsheathe War.
’That makes the two of us. Let’s hope we don’t end up testing its limits instead.’ Lith cursed at himself one second after the thought formed in his mind.
’I swear, if you jinxed our last raid before it even started, I’m going to leave you spend your last weeks in the army alone while I take a vacation on my own.’ Solus thought.
Lith silently agreed and started to dispose of the creatures that were hitting the barrier sealing the city with their best spells. It was a small group of famished undead, hence Lith didn’t even try to communicate with them.
Their bodies were skeletal due to the lack of nourishment, but like all Huryole’s prisoners, they couldn’t die. For some unknown reason, nothing except for enchanted weapons and spells could destroy the physical form of those who remained trapped in the lost academy for too long.
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